Sorrow Compressed My Heart, And I Felt

In The Newspapers I Read A Biography About An American. He Left His Whole Huge Fortune To Factories And For The Positive Sciences, His Skeleton To The Students At The Academy There, And His Skin To Make A Drum So As To Have The American National Anthem Drummed On It Day And Night.

If I Seem Happy To You . . . You Could Never Say Anything That Would Please Me More. For Men Are Made For Happiness, And Anyone Who Is Completely Happy Has A Right To Say To Himself, 'i Am Doing God's Will On Earth.' All The Righteous, All The Saints, All The Holy Martyrs Were Happy.

Is There In The Whole World A Being Who Would Have The Right To Forgive And Could Forgive?

We All Come Out From Gogol's 'overcoat'.

I've Long Stopped Worrying About Who Invented Whom - God Man Or Man God.